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It came one evening: when they raised the flag:
the roasted march sizzled from the ancient loudspeakers:
and exploded like a wild jazz in me -
I stood there touched
and thrilled
in the middle of the platform:
to a depth 
filled with the consciousness:
that: I'm a regular poplar
and: I love the alleys: